Countryside Suicide.

Discontent

Dark heavy feeling
Up between the brows,
Supposing the prose
Might reveal why I frown.
Grown weary of waiting
For the next start,
Weary of wanting
And striving in part.
Wearisome pacing,
Poised with no where left
To run.
Stand my ground
Till I overcome what's got me down,
Drowning in quicksand
Need to lie down,
Even my weight.
The struggle is to bring
My feet even keel with my head
To spread my weight evenly,
Consistently,
Not be beaten by the crippling,
Knee high sands of time.
Hour glass filling and I'm not
fulfilled not fulfilling a days work for daily bread.
Led myself to a desperate corner where I don't know what I want,
So would be happy with any chance
Even if it may not improve
My circumstance.
I struggle with the fear that in this weakened state,
That I may accept too soon,
Having waited so long,
Get it wrong, and only frustrate myself further.
Unfurled and fury against
My incompetence,
The broken cog in the clock of my existence,
But time goes on with or without me.
There is futility
In stating my case,
One so oft begot
In this human race,
Where we strive but end up stranded
On the islands of our own making;
Forsaking the shrouded path
That led us to such place.
To afraid to lead and to tired to chase,
afraid of change and strangers, scarred and barred from that which we should willingly embrace.
Face down in the gutter, sputtering endlessly to myself,
Knowing the face of depression
Has many eyes and stories,
And I live a privileged life
I shouldn't worry.

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Spoof

Discussed

Pleeeease son
This shit be easy peasy
Enough to please ya,
No squeeze and all lemon aid
Being paid my dollars(literal 10)
To teach seniors how to scrawl with the mouse keyboard and all

I'm making no money,
Be ad words
Not ad sense,
Not paying bills
Just thrilling it up in rankings
Hell who knows how many click accidental
Odds favor the more eyes
The more one might savour the sight
Kids going bored to bed every night
Hitting a hundred eyes in Ukraine
Who wouldn't crane their necks to see
If I walked down the street,
Don't be beat down
Trod on
You got more promise then I got truth
I ain't feeding lines like Don Juan
Telling truths like the big one,
Funny you think we're making cake money,
There ain't no icing
We be licking dry batters
In wife beaters
Setting it out hoping the world will see us
Make it half way
Playing with words
Blurting absurd
Making no money, funny we bother
But my brother see, it is
Funk and funny to be
In these times
Where we can bust out lines to make a stranger smirk,
On another continent and be content
Even if we can't prove any one is reading it.

Study hard, discard your doubts
You'll be the better batter
When we've all struck out,
Sticking necks out
Whether hit on or shit on
The world spins round,
You can do it, see through it.

P.S. if you want a free ebook, click ebook above, open one, download it
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For art, welcome to discussions, repercussions
From the heart.

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On 2012-04-05, at 9:45 PM, Dios Astro wrote:

yoO guys no how to rock this ad sense thing so hard,

it makes me wanna just go and go sleep xD

i guess it must be the hard work,

i'mm a have to check the google ad joint

soon..

and as for the chinchilla.. well.. a friend

told me about it, and then i heard a song

there, with a boast about the chinchilla flubber

and...

jeez i don't know whether to laugh my ass

off or throw up..

i'm not as ad savvy as ya'll gentlemen, so

all i could do for now is sit here and watch

ya'll play until i could get savier...

i guess the old saying was when your

friends can, especially over you,

especially when its good for you, and

you don't really know how, then.. well..

six pense(pensative) non the richer

xD

100 bones flyin' my way

sounds nice, but, hearing about ya'll

making some cake money on it,

sounds fucking fantastic!!

;}

On Tue, Apr 3, 2012 at 2:11 PM, monkman. wrote:
We are all generally ignored, all we have to do is what we do. Just love life and post when we can.
Eli is on to something. And it works. Pretty cool too.

I'm going to follow that advice and try it out.

I'm still rocking maintence on the site. ( custom donate button for eli's ebook page and bleed poetry. )

About to promote a bunch of things for the music and code everything.
While trying to find a job, without crumbling and sweating pounds.

Just have fun with it.

send us the flash animation when your finished :)


Sign up for google ad words with email address
Go half way, don't buy anything
Walk away
Wait till 100$ cred comes your way.
Phone them for setup help, or read carefully and do it yourself.

Much love,

Dinner's on.




On Tue, Apr 3, 2012 at 5:09 PM, Eli Thomson wrote:
YoOo Diooo,

Don't be disgruntled
I advertised,
With free cred
Got another lined up.
Besides in the stats,
It's your shit eaten like candy, tootsie roll
I'm generally ignored.
First impressions of the site
Are monkmans five
And your chinchilla pop.
Post up in non neg and I'll send some google ad
Your way. And tell you how. Can't wait to see your creation
Wish flash worked on iOS phone work station.
Much love brothers,

Sign up for google ad words with email address
Go half way, don't buy anything
Walk away
Wait till 100$ cred comes your way.
Phone them for setup help, or read carefully and do it yourself.


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On 2012-04-02, at 11:36 PM, Dios Astro wrote:

wait//

damn auto shit...

E

it's kinda fucked up yoOo!!

E

gets all the goodies yoOoo

xD

On Mon, Apr 2, 2012 at 11:35 PM, Dios Astro wrote:
yoO

E

it's kinda fucked up you

E

gets all the goodies yoo

xD



On Sun, Apr 1, 2012 at 11:43 AM, monkman. wrote:
Hey E,

Have you seen your growing stats?
Please tell me your tricks to directing that traffic!?

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Welcome Stranger.

Just keep putting it out
Into space
In a world of chance
You glance into a strangers place.
A little earth
Our feet hold on to
Spinning constantly,
Hard to consume
The vastness.
We are connected
Pixel to pupil
A dot in your existence
Fleeting.
My heart beats like yours
Though we never meet
Though our opinions vary
On how to deal with mortality.
Moderation is the key
To a healthy morality.

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Journal Launch, October 2008

One epic night!

KONY WEEK

It is propaganda. The cause is worthy. The video is obvious schlock to pull heart strings, but people are generally deaf unless you can bleet something to get the attention of the sheep. Do I agree with their tactic, not really, do I hope they catch Kony before April 20th, absolutely.

I think Kipling was referring to White Mans Burden as the burden of work being put on foreigners shoulders, not our guilt which is the late 20th century by-product of accepting other races as equal. The Christian groups should have to fund and take care of this problem, their damned missionaries created the monster.

Win hearts, win minds, all forgiven... Right? We save those Ugandan children, they have our backs next time there is a war in Africa, right? They are already trained as soldiers, so that's handy. I better walk away from this before I cross a line.
No, we are being asked to donate money, or at least propaganda in favor of bringing down an African warlord, I hope they catch him before April 20th when people are expected to litter our cities with stickers and posters. Trash to get rid of trash seems a bad policy. Killing the guy would be easy, it is bringing him to trial which these bleeding hearts demand. Personally, give him the same stick Gaddafi got up the ass, turn the kids against him.cant see how an army of 300 armed children couldn't bring one man down if they were so inclined. That's where the conundrum lay. Are these children happy in Neverland, fed rhetoric and gospel, blissfully ignorant of their nature. Not sure who the last line refers to, it umbrellas a lot of people on both sides of the Atlantic.
Glad you found all the flaws, never read the rebuttals to accusations and are contented on one side of the coin. "A man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest."-Paul Simon. If I've learned anything in life, it is there is no black and white, and anything you believe with certainty can be torn apart quite flawlessly if some one wants you wrong. I'm pro choice, if you want to help, think you can make a difference, go for it. I guarantee change will come, what that change will be however is beyond the scope of any one mans vision.

Why knock?

I aim to please
In a world where
So many people seem
Pleased to aim.

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Poison environment

Poison environment
Sludge lungs
Coffee burn tongue
Silica air
Caulking fingers
Sawdust eyes
Overheated
Depleted strength
Running nose
Aching back
Diarrhetic bowels
I won't tell you I'm not okay
I won't waste my breath
Stay in school they said
And I laughed.

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Hearts to Souls...

Oct. 21, 2:34AM

Lewis

And now you're all I see,

Cos you're in every memory,

Full and plump with possibility,

Navigating your big old sea,

You're on everyone's mind,

Just almost all the time.

And now you're all I see,

Cos you're in every memory.

How can we possibly,

Leave you to our memories...

You're more alive even now,

Than most of us will ever be.

Bar

Bar high, bar low
The minute minute you realize
You should have went
Back at the bar.
Waiting sedated as
The subway comes to pass
Glasses full emptied
Into the system
One way tract.
Contemplating honestly,
Truth is the gift
Of the nothing left to lose
The omnipotent nothing
Middle path truth
An acceptance of existence
A beer strained youth.
A hunger of the not getting
Any younger
The thirst of the worst is coming
Humming as we hem and haw
Over the wars that have been
The struggles to come.
As the words flow I know
This is just a distraction
From something I should have done
Back then
Back when
Facilities were available to me.

I cannot get mad at you, there is only myself to blame...
I cannot allow myself to become my own obstruction.

We are kinetic beings, sitting on so much potential.

broke

broke, but not broken.

Are you a poet
Or autobiographer?
To vain to be philosophical.
Stuck in your skin
Pen scratching words
With meaning limited
To the scrawler,
Deaf to the human condition
Holler echoed in every alley.
21st century sin
Single minded blinder trotting
Through the world,
Troughed what's been taught;
Omnipotent idiot narrator
Afraid to step out of his skin.
Born and bored
In a inherited reality,
Tech savvy and aware of
How quickly things are obsolete.

Business Note

It is better to sell five sandwiches at a three dollar mark up then no sandwiches at a five dollar markup.
Keep it simple,
Don't confuse.
Don't abuse the price gun,
Always someone to undercut.
Don't fool yourself on value,
Keep your shit tight
Counters wiped,
Cash out of sight.
Value and values,
A little virtue may make the sale.
Stay stocked and fresh.
Take good advice.
Realize most rich got there by saving and slaving and hate to be ripped off. The poor will only buy expensive things if they think someone will notice.
Fads that lack form or function whither quick.
Any one who tells you they are giving you a good price, could give you a better one.
It is okay to reach out over the ledge and grab, if you stand on the wrong side of the ledge be prepared to take a fall.
People hate being stereotyped, I think you see what I did there.
Realize you are not an island, people can and will change if you are drastic in your own changes.
Smile. Wash your hands.

Spun back aground.

Today

Living is living up until the moment it ceases to be. Do not spend your life trying to identify the moment your subconscious awoke anymore then you can conceive your conception. To claim you spend your whole life dying is to end before you begin. Begin to live, death will be instant, no matter of the joys or suffering you may experience before hand. Accept death as an inevitable painless transition, as you will not be around to remember it. Then live.

Trained

Woke up with the sunrise
In Lucknow.
The paper and tea sellers
Call down the aisle.
A night of rest broken by the roar
Of snorers,
3 tier AC
Floating through India,
Surrounded by the smell
Of sweaty feet.
People brush against the curtain
Peek in to see;
Barge in searching for
The number of their seat,
Throw on the lights recklessly
While my baby tries to sleep.
In Lucknow our berth emptied out
I've come down from my perch,
To wish her sweet dreams.
Four more hours to journey,
But I'm much to tired to sleep.

Lifted

I always get lifted

up to get

thrown down..

Which is sad..

your just mad

you can't match this.. .;

regardless of all your classes,

all your masses, and eyes

that consider you well

with dark glasses.. .

Your just mad cause

they smile with you

and none of them

care, or give a *

about the pain you

bare..

your a false witness..

Your mad cause you know in

my heart I don't give

a *.. and that

for someone like you

is rough.. When

you turn your back

and your friend says

Hi,.. let's how this

relationship according

to you will go bye..

Bye... . .

The meanings of time.

Goa adieu, hello Jaipur.

Play by play.

New day

Delhi Drive.

Lines on the road, 

Mere suggestion 

No typed note 

Can explain, 

Need to get back to writing again

With book and pen.

It's alive outside

And I'm stuck in bed 

With my sleepy head.

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Flight

Little plane, little map

Little leg room

Little cramps

Ears are popping 

A day to ellipse the map.

From  tonight to day, tomorrow

Losing a half day to the earths spin

Pass by the windows like the wonders under the clouds.

Steadily descending now

Ears about to explode,

Twitching with the lack of nicotine

And a coffee overload.

Dumb not to bring gum

Head set to implode.

City lights 

Of Delhi from above

Coming in in the dark night

Spinning over and over 

Hovering round 2600 and coming down now air speed  290 180

Alt . 449 422. 393 372

And the earth touches the wheels, the cabin reals fighting

Landed

Here. 

Here at last.

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Yesterday tomorrows

Tomorrow

 I embark

On my journey 

To the East.

Temples of the ages,

Cathedrals of a different faith.

Vegetation and desolation,

Beyond anything I've seen.

A vacation from where I've always been.

The more I read ahead

The more vibrant and unrealistic my ideals seem.

Dreaming of paradise unspoiled by man, preparing for the rude awakening.

Preparing to be angry

At fellow tourists ignorance

Never fully comprehending my own.

Preparing to lash out like a cornered cat, hoping it doesn't come to that.

Preparing to be enthralled, then gradually annoyed by the noise.

I don't want to wear the color jade,

Want to taste the riches and leave the rest to spit, but even the sweetest dish, when allowed to gestate, turns to shit.

Tonight I take a vow

To bite off only what I can chew,

relax and let the world take me,

Not for a fool,

But for the soul I am.

I wish for a safe journey

For my family and I

Experiences.

Tomorrow is the beginning of

No one knows.

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Groundhog

Hidden down on level 5
Boys and toys, inventing
recycled parts
the art of trying, spinning blindly
to fast to be controlled
a contest to see
The limits of ability.
originality is always a combination
of ideas, origins seated in history.
Level 5 below,
testing theory in the orange lights glow.

Come To Gather

All the boys in the room, soon to spread across the seas, soon to conquer foreign shores, soon to find the answers, the truth or what we're looking for. connective in respective ways.

Rent due

Rent collector
Breaking legs,
Says "Disabled,
You'll be more able bodied to beg."
Wrapped in cloth
Yesterday's duds
Today's rags.
Stained with puddle jumping
Alley humping ways,
A waste of talent
Wasting away.
Black eyes that don't wash away.
The minds fortress
crumbling to decay
A shell of a man
Sounds like the ocean
Sweat stained salt water delirious.
All the bridges burned,
Ashes flowing down troubled waters.
Was my own messiah
Till I began to let me down,
Blaspheming cause I don't believe in me.
Waiting for my second coming,
To turn another buck
And hope he doesn't beat me.
Sitting here waiting
In a rickety old chair
Swaying to stay warm
With the water edging in
Ever closer to my shelter.
I tell myself I had no choice
But it is clear I did,
I could have obeyed
Instead of baying like an angry dog
Biting every hand that tried to save.
Now a slave of the street
A cruel bitch who never listens
Cold sidewalk
Reflecting puddle broken
By dark leather shoes
I look up and he looks into me.
"Do you got my fuckin rent yet boy?"
Another kick to my shattered leg
To my battered ego,
"Try harder you useless piece of shit, don't make me tell your mother all the trouble you've put me through."
"yes sir, sorry sir" sniveling at my fathers feet.

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In

The closer I get
To wetting my feet
In the Indian ocean
In the Ganges,
Heart beats faster.
Am I prepared to face the dare
A big white face
In a land of corrupt brown cops.
My only shield
The Canadian shield,
And a damsel for when I'm distressed.
Busy plotting planes on a plain
An environment full of variables
A world away.
Coming off the fence
Hit ground running,
Broken ankles or break into song
Two weeks and a bit
To get my shit in order
Needles and visas
Body follows the mind
Need to unbind it from the grip of fear and clear it
To the fact
I have a return flight.
A step out of the winter
Not a leap from my real life.
Days of travel to unravel
The cramped mind.
Days of travel cramped in the upright position
Preparing for takeoff.

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Ticket

Ticket
Ticking the list,
Ticking clock.
Three weeks till the third world
Something not experienced
In my relatively bourgeoise existence,
Say I've been through hell and back,
But I could still drink the water there
Sit on the shitter.
Afraid of my disease
A uneasiness of a mattress with fleas,
Lost in a place
I can't read every sign I see again.
Want to drop my guard
Poorer then most poor
Training for a future
I can afford.
I'm not going alone
A native guide and lover
Never travelled a pair
Chained to another's sensibility
Hoping I don't self destruct
Hoping to fall in love again and again.
Still sinking in.
First the needles
Then the flight.

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when it rains it pours.

Steady flow,

as she goes,

when she stops,

nobody knows.

I remember,

Not much,

too hard to touch.

I remember everytime I bled,

Seen red,

Buried the dead.

Been corrupted, losing that, sense of innocence. Or trying to rebuild, on something that is broken.

And everytime,

a new memory becomes a new part of me,

I get lost, trying to hold that feeling.

Thinking only the words between,

Jumbled, fumbled, archaic mess.

Human nature, tend to put yourself down, when you're at your best.

If I'm pulling a 98%, 100.. hooraaahhhh... yea.. you better expect better.

That type of thought brings, the bread and butterr.

Sometimes, I feel like one of those horses rid off until it's last leg..

Or even if I was Clint Eastwood, and you insulted my horse, and I wasn't taking it, and I shot you down before my last drag.

Or I even analyzed you before you even reacted after taking the piss, even on my leg.

I don't say much and there is a reason for it.

Maybe I'm broken, I twitch when I sit.

Or maybe it's all the hype of nothing.

Yeah, you know.. talk, talk, wouldn't that be something?

I'm suprised, in all the days I've fought for,

that I haven't past out on the floor,

gone completely blind.

There is something some might not see, but it is what I truly hide behind.

It's that shell of a man, holding back my screams.

And the mistakes I've made, building the foundation of my dreams.

garden your soul, and it shall grow.

Lost

I'll be lost among the wreckage.
Hidden in the bramble,
The wild ramble of life in shambles;
Crushed on the highway
Between Gremlins and trolls.
Purloined letters
Placed carefully between others,
A whisper in the hurricane.
A digital stain on your dirty window pane.
Passed off front pages
To the Gb graves
Lost to infinity, no immunity,
No one is saved.

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Glance to a stare.

Back where it all began,

Neither of us knowing,

To think it started with a glance

And a quiet humble request

For green tea.

Back to the days 

Of me preparing for work

With a green tea, some granola,

And a pair of cigarettes.

Cute Asian girl with big brown eyes. 

Swear she takes out the trash

And goes on break 

Every time I arrive.

She tells me of

Her club filled weekend

Shilling drinks for the guverment,

Talks about crazy cousin; her new apartment.

I drink my tea obliviously.

The day she came to my work,

The day she bought me chocolate cake, I saw friendship,

No more.

No idea the elephant in the room and the lamb at the door.

No idea what lay in store.

The day I invited her out, and fell asleep at the movie.

Her housewarming party, I started to wonder if I was more than company. 

A raffle where I knew I had found a prize; the awkward goodbye.

Four years later

I still realize

How blessed in the mess of a world

One can be, 

That of all the coffee shops

In all the world, 

Here, she met me

And we walk now 

To endevour the aisle,

To endevour life's trials and tribulations together.

To think it started

With a glance,

Was sealed with a kiss,

And has brought me such bliss.

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the closer i get

the closer i get,

the more fragile the lost be set,

I travel a far to seek the one, the only one.

these odd bits and sputters of jealiously... for surely... they are still searching for what I have found and what truly accents me.

no contest, I'm as bright as the sun.

I will take it as flatterly... maybe you, and your harassment... mindfuck ontario assault and battery.

There is peace where my heart does rest.

For I know, as well as you, my Rosie Baby,

you are the end all, the piece to solve my riddle.

I know this to be true, I am nothing but honest with you.

I love you with all my good heart,

xxx

Dead Organism

We boys,
When will we men be?
Accept the flaws in chemistry?
A new clear dawn for a humane society.

You girls,
With your violet eyes,
Spinning lies to protect bad guys.
Where have all your daddies gone?
When will you ever learn?

Lovers drift
Shifting on winds of environment.
Sentiment to sediment blowing, wearing rock thin.
Gun barrel cob webs from the
Eight legs perspective.
The next act of passion
May ruin more then a home.

We girls
Asking for a change
Walking away, hard to let you go
Harder, trapped, stuck in your mind till you find something better.

You boys
With your fantasies of first and forever, afraid to chance before 40
Finding a next girl, afraid to know some girl may get you better.

Respect the X
Walk, Walk
Mumble to yourself
It's good for your health son,
Bleed it on a juice soaked page.
Respect yourself
Find something new
To
Lay your hips into
New perspectives and points of view,
Just be honest, true to you, and the fruits of your labour will astonish you.

"take a step out of yourself, then ya turn around, take a look at what you are, it's pretty scary." -Nirvana

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By Ourselves

We Father Ourselves

We Father Ourselves

By Ourselves

To a friend on Deportation Day

We'll be singing
Loud enough to wake the dead
Laughing so hard
Coma patients will lose sleep.
When we meet again
Somewhere, somehow
We will forget today's farewell.

A spinning world
On the verge of catastrophe
A sinking feeling
They've taken my friend from me.
An end of beginnings that never came to be.
They can take my friend
But never our friendship from me.

I want to cry,
I want to drink,
Slink away from my feelings
Sink to the bottom,
Hold my breath.
But I float like the snow flakes
You hoped to avoid
As you drive to the airport
Afraid to fly
But resigned to your fate.

The sickness envelops me,
A night of feverish dreams
Broken by waking in sweat,
checking the clock
Wishing it was over
Wishing it would never end.

Spouting cliche
Hiding what the heart longs to say.
I can't beg you to stay,
I know this is for the best
And you have no choice anyways.

Good bye señor
Goodbye Junior
Fare well Bledar
May your path be lined with gold,
May you find the happiness
You deserve.

Peace.

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out on the open road

 
Standing out in the fall forest, a white elephant

a stand out stand alone looking fo a pack
hoping not to draw the negative attentions
tense with the news
shamed in the blues
ways i knew and now
i just dont know
Silent on the telephone.
in the forest, but not alone

Gestate
The crash
Eat every little piece
Of broken bloody glass

Savour
The flavours of defeat
Bitter and disheartening
To know the blame of this collapse.

Relish
In the embellished truth
Lies told in time
To cover watering eyes.

Bask
In the new clear dawn
Brought in with all the frustrations
Of birds clawing their way south.

Bless
Us and every one
Send them a sign
You're paying attention.

The taste of seatbelt
Ripped through the waste
The sirens cry out fierce
Among the carnage.

A belly full
A sorrowful goodbye
To the joyful times
Blood on the pavement in my eyes.

Grasp
the little hope
In her little ring
Ashamed their is nothing to offer.

breathe
In, out
The jaws tear through
Machines put life in you.

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Pressure

It starts slow
A little drip
A drop
The pressure builds.
A drop
A drip
It starts slow.

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si vous n'arretez pas de me faire sentir comme une merde, et dire je t' aime.

Je pourrais aussi bien ne pas exister.

spit.

forget us not.. we are the..

underbellied, and cut.

cleavered,

kicked in the *ing face.

internet holds no bounds.

texting, sexting..

everything is recorded, even pain.

rationalism?

a loss of sleep.

sleep?

everything is torn.

me?

empty.

Love me

Love me
And I will love you,
Faithful and true.
Try to own me and I will object
As objects are aught to do.

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Hellooo,

You found me, and for that I have found myself.

And for that I cannot thank you enough, but I will..
By loving you more each and every single day.

Hand and hand,

by your side.

Filling scrap books, albums, saving nic nacs, and monumental trinkets.

Simply,

Growing old together.

I feel silly, typing and backspacing...

There is no true explanation of the way I feel, except..

I love you,

xxx

Monday

If you could only see, what I see little Miss.

Then maybe you'd probably stop smoking meth.

It's not the rambling, or random remarks at the floor or walls.

It's when you cross that threshold, and violate our space. You're delusional, physically aggressive to one's self, and others. Sure, I have a big and beautifully creepy brow, there's no reason to stare at me now. The one tooth wonder called me a mother*er.

Over the hill alcoholics, that like to call themselves business savvy.

Inbetween buzz and kill meatheads.

Passer by, stare downs.

Grumbling thoughtful truths.

"How's it going?" Daggers, aggressive, and simply pointless.

Did you get off on trying to be tough? The way you hurt your family isn't that enough?

Honestly, yeah.. How is it going Mister? Are you alright?

Would like to tell him to go home and try to fix his shitty marriage, but this so called gent probably likes his idiot box more then the real thing.

But it's best to play it cool, especially when you are minding your own business, it seems that all the lost souls are a bunch of flesh eating shit hawks, just begging you to lose your shit.

If there is a problem, I shall remove it. Reasoning of deduction: rationalism.

A complete and udder avoidance of tard-bots is essential to a clear and healthly mindset.

Since the majority of the world is *ing crazy, especially at night.

Normally, this is why I drive.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MV_3Dpw-BRY

Space invaders

Because you’re insane,

It must cause you pain,

To shout till you’re red,

And everyone’s blue,

And you can’t understand

Why they can’t stand you.

Because you’re insane,

It’s not you that’s to blame,

When your mind aims to maim,

I think it’s a shame,

Cos I’m perfectly sane,

In the same world as you.

No Problem @ All

Well..Guess what...
When I'm alone,
sometimes, parts of
me decide to cry,
expulsing pieces of me
that like opalescent
soldiers march, and well,
these puzzles pieces are
meant to die;
After 2 weeks they say
* it, I'm gonna leave this
all behind; Well from a tube
I watch bodies bare knuckle
a ball or two; a shaft or five...
Things smacking, someone
yelling:
"Oh yeah! Right there, is fine!"
But quite frankly this problem,
which seems to be no problem
is fine; Cause the only bacteria
I might catch is some kind of
bening monophyly clade...
AaAigghhttt...

When technology

It catches up to art and you can part into pixels every fickle speck
Recall all you felt pelted down
Curse pursed lips and pursuits more trivial then vain
Training eyes to realize the real is compromised by the thin guise we hide behind
Found in a shroud
found out an brought to life
One click whiz bang flip
Another to discover under another cover
Friend of freedom and deceiver of lovers
Dreamer redeemed unesteemed out of steam
Growing older.
It is out there for you, I sit dormant in me.

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Known

Your biggest pleasure, your deepest pain,

Everything you lose, everything you gain,

And all the hopes and dreams you bleed,

All the things you think you need,

Every pursuit you ached to get,

Are all the moments you regret,

Every time life made you retch,

Every muscle you built to stretch,

Everything that made you lust,

On translucent skin spurt, left to crust,

And everything that felt surreal,

The highs you’re not supposed to feel,

The times you beat her black and blue,

And when she says she still loves you,

Your crushing blows your awful lows;

She wears her makeup, no one knows.